Hello Mr. Souvlaki, Goodbye Mr. Souvlaki

Sniff. Sniff. I went by the only Greek restaurant in my neighborhood the other night after my lovely trip to Greece to find it ... gone. Store for sale. It's so final. I didn't even get to say goodbye. I guess the Turkish place will have to do. Except I didn't like Turkey as much. And it just won't have the salads. Cue violins. Cue the hearse. Cue the cursing as I venture to the borough of Queens.